Today is the 200th anniversary of the independence of Mexico from the Spanish. I haven’t ever looked into the history or politics of that event but I plan to – it’s a good day for reflection.
¡Viva México!
Some “light” reading.
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grito_de_Dolores
And to think that I saw it on mulberry street, and thanks to today’s ubiquitous camera phones I am able to prove it.
There was a doe and a large two point buck (pictured) eating fallen plums in the neighbors yard.
…much different than the first.
The WeeOne chose her own clothes, hair style, and shoot location.
It is tough to argue with success.
Oh, and she also said that she would be going into class alone – that last one, not so much.
She worked it out to her satisfaction:
How old are you?
I’m seven! You know how old I am!
Mommy! When I’m seven I will go to school, ‘cross the parking lot, by myself!
You’re right.
Update: Forgot to mention, as if it wasn’t terribly obvious, that this was The WeeOne’s first day of school.
If you know me or if you know any of my paternal male relatives y’all know what this means.
First Day of School 2010 – 2nd Grade.
’nuff said.
This morning BopOp endeavored to repeat a lake crossing first accomplished by him in 1970.
I will let him tell his story on his blog – rentonkayaker.blogspot.com/
This video was taken at 08:32, when he had really settled into a good pace. Entry was at 08:00
At this time his moving average speed for the full thirty minutes was over 1 mph and the moving speed of the boat at the time of the video was between 1.4 and 1.6 mph.
His stroke rate, as counted from this video, was a very nice 68 strokes per minute.
Very nice indeed.
BopOp on the 40 Year Swim (30+ seconds)
Early on in the video I needed to adjust my position and needed to set the camera down. I didn’t take the time to edit this out.
This morning and yesterday and the day before that I’s tired. Perhaps it’s the sudden change in the weather or my recent foray into dream filled nights?
I could probably count on one hand the number of dreams I remember (ever) over the past five years and in the the past three days I would fill up the other hand.
Hasn’t been much of a diet change…yet.
Kidney stone hangover? Don’t think so but I dunno.
For me, crazy sleep patterns have been recent. I’ve been up for two hours in the middle of the night.
No matter – all this was to say that I feel today like my tired old mountain bike; or perhaps it feels like me.
I rode it in today, couldn’t justify taking the road bike.
We both complained about our ailments.
Thinning tread; a sprained cable; a crick in the wheel; some scars in the paint; reduced flexion in the shocks.
Once we got rolling and worked that all out we started to synch. Neither one of us had more than three gears but at least the three gears were aligned. Hopped off a curb, maneuvered construction bumps at sorta-high speed, did a track-stand at a stoplight just like our college days.
I kinda wonder which of us will fix the other? Will a better nights sleep fix that dérailleur or will a tune up replace my morning coffee?
I suppose we’ll hash it out when we get off the bus.
Similes have always been hard for me and I have always envied people that could wing them off like so much…I don’t know what.
See!? Fercryin’outloud I can’t even come up with one while I’m writing.
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I wouldn’t be surprised if more than 30% of the time i spend writing big posts (over 300 words) on this blog was spent laboring over metaphors and similes. It’ crazy. I’m like a something or other in an I don’t know what.
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So is it in any surprise that when my four year-old mermaid pops one off like a…really…clever simile maker (arghhhhhh) I get really jazzed up?
Tonight while reckoning just how skinny her little frog, Hermione, is she said
She’s so skinny she’s a size of a fishes foot.
Wow…just wow.
Who knew you would have to get dressed-up for a water-fight.
Not twenty minutes ago TheWeeOne and TheMommy had a very revealing wake-up conversation.
Mama, I really just want to get out of earth.
Why do you want to get out of earth?
To play.How are you gonna get out of the earth?
In an airplane.Were do you want to go in the airplane?
Um…to college.Are you going to play just in the airplane or at college?
I want to play all day.What are you going to do when you’re done at college?
Come back to the earth.
I might need to put some more money in that college fund.
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